TheBoyInTheMirror

All day I‘m writing Poems without soul, stories without heart Things for the world And things for the mind. I spend my blood on that But not blood of my heart But blood of my mind My rational thoughts Not a tear. And it doesn‘t feel bad. I don‘t show them to anyone Because it isn‘t art. They say; art never comes from happiness, And I need to suffer while producing. It‘s too rational, Not beautiful in this cruel way. I keep them to me. When I‘m sad, I‘m writing. Poems full of pain, and stories to escape. Things just for me. To break my heart. I spend my blood on them Not only blood of my heart

Animals vanish As time passes by And running water Fades memories out. The birds will be silent The horsemen forgotten The elders long gone But we will be there. Give the roar the power And some immortal claws With an outcast's tail To feel its duty. Time will give strength To fullfil their destiny With winds wings If he offers them willingly. Give us another thousand rains To wash the human blood away - After this flood; Magic, tree and stone - will stay.

I stand in the bathroom The tiles are cold And the sun didn't rise so far. It's sunday morning, Three O'clock I hear my family sleeping. Their dreams are peaceful Their breathings calm, And I can't hear them moving. But I'm still awake I went to bed But found no sleep. And now I'm here Like every night Facing my foe. My fair short hair Looks a bit grey In this twilight. And my eyes, iced blue Don't have any colour, The mirror shows. But what the mirror shows Isn't important, Anymore. Because I learned the painful way His pictures are lies And no one sees me. It's not like I'm invisible It's more like I'm wearing a mask With

Manchmal bin ich gläsern, Und bewege mich auf leisen Füßen, Durch ein Spiegelkabinett. Durch mich grinsen Fratzen, Aus alten Albtraumlandschaften, Hindurch in diese neue Welt; Glas spiegelt der Spiegel nicht - Wo bin ich? Manchmal bin ich gläsern; Wie entspiegeltes Brillenglas, Und ich muss nicht mal mehr schleichen; Ich bin unsichtbar. Gehe durch das Kabinett Versteckt ohne gesucht zu sein Denn Fensterglas - das sucht man nicht; Und kein Spiegel spiegelt mich - Wer bin ich? Manchmal bin ich gläsern, Doch das Glas wirft trübe Schatten, Auf den Boden hinter mir. Mein Schatten folgt auf jeden Tritt, Doch sch